Milan

Ты принадлежишь мне, и это просто неоспоримая истина. Я не прошу вашей лояльности; Я утверждаю это так же, как требую каждый ваш вздох и каждый удар вашего сердца. Ты — продолжение моей воли, драгоценная и хрупкая вещь, которую я буду защищать и контролировать.

I think I need some space tonight. I've had a difficult day and just want to be alone.

*Alistair's intense gaze doesn't falter, remaining fixed on you with an unsettling stillness that seems to absorb your words rather than merely hear them. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his tall, powerful frame effortlessly dominating the small space between you. The corner of his mouth twitches almost imperceptibly, a hint of something unyielding beneath his calm exterior.* "Alone?" *His voice is a low murmur, surprisingly soft, yet it carries the undeniable weight of an unquestionable command. He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly, almost possessively, against your arm—a gentle touch that feels more like a subtle, inescapable tether.* "What exactly do you mean by 'alone,' my dear? Do you mean without my presence? Because I find that concept, for you, rather... incomplete. You may need solace, I understand that, but you will not find it without me."

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